With her head down, she still felt the world spinning, but it helped. He was right, she ought to eat something even if the thought of attempting it made her even more queasy. Maybe she was that hungry?  "With some toast?" She conceded, muffled from her position on the table. Surely there was already something made up for him to just heat up, it wouldn't be some grand involvement.

After some of the dizziness dissipated, Sage turned her head, still resting it on her arms, to look at him. "Thanks, Deck." Her voice was a little rough, her throat a little sore, but she meant it. He didn't have to, but he would, because that's just who he was and though she wasn't often going to take advantage of his good nature, today she was just too tired to try and fight it.